This intense networking and raking of my brain for instant information that I could share with my instant contacts have left me dead last night. J would have killed to be there because the entire area smelled of money: a lot of LPs just looking for funds to invest in. Some flew in from the US and Europe. They were just discovering, hey Asia is a good place to place our bets on ๐.
I talked non-stop to a lot of suits yesterday since I got there a little past 9 am until 6:30 pm.
You could only imagine the level of tiredness I had today. There was this instance this afternoon when I literally chased down the firm’s managing partner—who was about to leave for the airport—from the ballroom to down to the hotel driveway.
I never talked so much in my life! Non-stop talking from 9 am to 6 pm. I decided to go home early and recharge my body. I thought I was going to be sick. By 10:30 pm I was snoring.
And everyone was asking about Marcos and how I felt about it. I asked back, “how do you feel about Trump?” Then they ask back, that bad huh?
The conference area was packed so a lot of the participants spilled over to the cocktails area. So during the networking break, this little room looked like a superspreader event waiting to happen.
I still have to work on some stories and edits today. Sigh.
I was late. My room is so damn dark even if it’s already 7 am so I overslept. I have huge windows but it’s just one of the quirks of Singapore: it’s 7 am but it still feels like 6 am; it’s already 7:30 pm but it still feels like 5 pm and there is still daylight. ๐
So the conference already started when I arrived. Had to listen to the sessions because the topics being discussed are the same things that I write plus I needed to keep an eye on the big guys and network to death. And of course I got the big guys ๐ฌ
And as usual, my Malaysian colleague and I closed the open bar. We were chatting with a very jolly Indonesian real estate guy who works for a big conglomerate in his home country when another colleague of mine from the organizing team had to tap us to say they were already literally closing the venue ๐คฃ.
I was walking out of the building complex where the conference was held when I called up my girls to check on them and the results of their midterm exams in their review sessions.
The twins said they sucked at Math and abstract reasoning. Errrm, I was good at abstract reasoning because of Tetris (and my older sister credits Tetris as well) so I told the girls to download the game and play it. Basically it’s logic and the game teaches you to flip images in your brain. I would have to help them review and quiz them when I get back home.
Meanwhile, my exhaustion today didn’t stop me from going to Maxwell.
Because I wanted to eat chicken rice from Tong Fong Fatt. It’s better than that overrated Tian Tian.
When the Maxwell Station (brown line) opens, it would be easier to go to Maxwell hawkers center and go food tripping.
I’m tired, I’m aching all over. I want a good bone cracking and muscle kneading session. ๐ค๐
Barely slept. The Airbus that whisked me away to Singapore was narrow, ergo, the seat was small and uncomfortable. ๐ฅ
But I was given a beautiful sunrise before I slept in an upright position. It made the ordeal less intense. The real thing mimicked the PAL logo ๐
I lingered for a while at the Jewel a.k.a. Changi Airport mall to see what the brouhaha was about. For 8 years that I have been coming in and out of Singapore, this is the first time I bothered to check the place out. Well, I was forced to because I was looking for a convenience store that was selling a Starhub prepaid SIM. The ones being sold at the airport were expensive. SGD 32 for something that I wouldn’t be able to maximize because I would often be indoors i.e. have wifi access. I didn’t find a 7-Eleven or Cheers—the outlets that sell SGD 12 Starhub SIMs. I remember a few years ago I wanted to kick myself for succumbing to laziness by buying that SGD 32 from the OCBC kiosk when SGD 12 is available outside the airport. I didn’t even consume half of the allotted 100GB data from that SGD 32 prepaid and it just went to waste.
While I was looking for the convenience stores, I found Song Fa at the basement of Jewel. I was hungry and I was going to a Song Fa branch anyway, so there. Happy ๐
Checked in at my hotel to drop off my bags. Then off I went to fix some stuff as a transient Singapore-headquartered worker.
Among the other Singapore things that expired because I wasn’t able to visit for more than 2 years is my Netspay. It still had SGD 11 in it and I was told at the ticket booth at the airport there was no way I can transfer the amount because I don’t have a local bank account.
I was asking my colleague-friend if I can just transfer the amount to her account instead of letting it go to waste but she said she doesn’t use Netspay but instead other e-wallet that I haven’t heard of. Now it makes me think how many e-wallets are operating here and it seems like there is little interoperability among them ๐ค
Anyway, I tried the ticket station at Bugis and ask the personnel there if she can transfer my expired amount to my Grabpay. She said she would just give me cash ๐
Wow, talk about consistency.
I went to Bugis to buy the prepaid SIM from the Starhub kiosk there. They were out of stock. Went around and saw a 7-Eleven and hoped for the best.
Wohoo! Got my new number now.
I shopped a bit for my girls. The usual stop is Lovisa because Twin I is obsessed now with earrings, the fancy ones.
Went to Orchard to pay homage to my home away from home in SG: Kinokuniya Books.
I wasn’t really there for the books but for the Japanese stationery. I love their writing stuff like pens and notebooks. I took after my father in that aspect. I remember he always used a Parker pen and ordinary pens just wouldn’t do for signing docs or just for notes. For me, it’s Pilot Pens.
However, Kinokuniya didn’t have refills for Dr. Grip and Acroball. ๐ข Not the ball size that I want.
Of course, just like everything else in this country, the price is too much. I didn’t succumb to temptation.
Went for drinks with colleagues as my ex-boss, who is transferring to the data team, will be leaving for London for good on Wednesday.
I didn’t take my antidepressant because I will be having a lot of alcohol this week. I was already booked by the conference team to have drinks with clients on Wednesday, so help me, God, that I will still be sober after this week.
I’m now finishing my editing backlog so I don’t have to revisit this next week. I still have to finish my own articles and heaven knows when I can sit down and rake my brain for functioning cells needed for writing. I’m waiting for my best friend and the girls who are watching the Red Velvet concert.
We left QC at around 1 pm and checked in at Hotel Jen – Shangri-la at 2 pm. Good that Shangri-la was able to improve the old Traders’ Hotel that was badly in need of an overhaul but you can already see the age of the building and its facilities.
At around 3 pm we met my best friend and her nephew (with the girlfriend). The couple went to Ikea and bff went with us and we had an early dinner while the girls attended their online review class.
My brain is already fried. I’m dead. I just want to have a 2-hr massage and a long bubble bath and tuck in between those sheets.
Oh. I have kids with me in that delicious-looking bed.
I had a call with the teams that are heading the conferences next week and I realized that I need to extend my stay in Singapore because there is no way I can finish all the tasks I am set to do. My boss told me yes, please extend because I need to meet Singapore candidate reporters as well. My colleague in Singapore will be taking her CFA Level 2 exam in November and after she passes that, I don’t have anything to offer her besides making her officially my deputy, which does not make any dent compared to other prospects that she will have. Even with a promotion and raise, what other financial institution can offer her would significantly be higher.
So I must do some succession planning. I need to hire one or two new Singapore reporters and if I need to go back in September, then I should, even though I would like to limit my travel overseas. I need to make room for my S.Korea working-holiday in October-November.
If this colleague-friend would leave soon, then there would be a big gaping wound in my team because she is very good. It’s going to be a huge wound, I tell you.
So there, I would be arriving from Singapore on 2 August and would be fetched by my mom’s driver from the airport at midnight and sleep in my mom’s house for a few hours then go straight to my college’s testimonial and recognition rites. Then my mom’s driver would bring me back to QC.
Today is hectic with calls, editing, and the amount of writing I must do. I’m still creating charts now to include in my crystal ball-gazing article for the region, which our commercial team is asking me to finish NOW because they will include this in the conference next week.
With the amount of ass-kicking I’m doing, I must really ask for another round of raise by the end of this year.
I have four to five pending articles I must write this week. Heaven knows how I would be able to shoehorn it tomorrow when I need to fetch my car, do more food shopping because I would be out of this house for 10 days, and I also need to buy a dress.
My head is swimming. I am wearing four hats all at once and I don’t have mental space for anything else.
That makes my S. Korea holiday a welcome respite from this chaos.
I decided I would be working in Seoul for the first week I would be there and just rent a unit via Airbnb and wait for my friends to arrive the following week. I was already exchanging emails this morning with the PE that I would be visiting there in October. I would just fix my schedule there after this SG trip since I would be meeting some Korean LPs in Singapore. Then I would just let my friends take charge of the itinerary because I’m tired of managing my life. I’ll be happy just being dragged along and be brainless. Anyway, I don’t have any real target that I must achieve/see in Seoul or wherever we would be going. Until Japan opens up to individual tourists without Japan-based family (and not group tours), Korea would be my best alternative holiday destination for this year.
OK, I must go back to my writing chore. The commercial team is waiting for my draft.
TIMECHECK: 12:35 am 21 July —> submitted draft to commercial team and to editing pool
I sent a message to my car guy to ask when can I go and pick up my car. He hasn’t replied yet. And it’s not a good sign.
Meanwhile, I’m so mentally exhausted today after spending hours trying to come across as intelligent and knowledgeable about the industries of my interviewees. Good thing I seemed to have passed and the discussions were good; I was able to extract enough for a 1,000-word article for each interview today.
I’m also struggling to finish an article, which was based on an interview by my newest reporter. From the transcript, it shows that she had trouble pivoting or taking control of the interview. The interviewee refused to budge and does not answer the questions directly or is beating around the bush. This reporter sent an SOS to help her write the story. Now that I’m deep into it, it took me a while to figure out how to structure the story. Interviewing difficult people requires great skill and unfortunately I wasn’t there to help my reporter go around the interviewee to grill him more.
You see, being a journalist involves a lot of mind games and interviews are like a football game. You need to always have the ball in your control and you call the shots, which information you need or don’t need. If they give you more motherhood statements than real information, flip the court and have the ball back under your feet. You juggle the ball around your interviewee until you get what you need and move to strike a goal.
The sooner reporters know about how cerebral this work is, the better they are in interviewing/data gathering.
However, there are instances that you just have to walk away because talking to a stonewalling interviewee is more trouble than his company/story is worth. Know when to walk away.
Because this day has left me mentally drained, I am just going to indulge in brainless activity—watching Youtube videos of creative people.
Expect more market routs from hereon. Hello my portfolio…are you still ok? My paper losses have been mounting.
โThe odds of a recession have gone up, but the markets have not fully priced in the recession case yet,โ Ms. Hoxha said. โNot only is the Fed having to correct being too dovish last year, it has to unwind its balance sheetโ by selling the bonds and other securities it bought to support the economy and markets.
These idiots on WallStreet are in denial. People on Main Street have been hurting a lot with the increase in basic goods and services–that is already an indication that the economy is spiraling down since people are no longer willing to shell out more money and are now focused on just buying the basic stuff–if they have the cash to buy in the first place.
People have yet to price in this double whammy that China may fall due to mortgage-fueled credit crunch. Many China-funded projects abroad have stalled and expansion plans have been shelved.
Large banks in China are in trouble as well. They have lent tens of billions to poor countries as part of China’s ambitious Belt and Road Initiative. A significant portion of their credit portfolio is likely to become nonperforming as their borrowers are unable to service the debt due to the global economic downturn.
The most recent economic implosion and the collapse of the government of Sri Lanka will likely force their Chinese lenders to write off a large portion of the loans. If big Chinese banks themselves face rising nonperforming loans abroad, they will be less able to help bail out insolvent small or medium-sized banks at home.
Locally, the likes of Dennis Uy of Undenna had depended too much on China backing that none of his new companies/ventures took off. He had to sell his huge assets/liabilities to Enrique Razon, including his stake in the Malampaya gas fields. As for infrastructure projects that the Duterte admin had been depending on like the Southrail project, it’s already dead as China rejected the proposal to finance it. Now the government under Marcos Jr is scrambling where/how to procure financing for this.
Stupid.
It’s no longer a question of whether the world will go into a recession. It’s a question of how deep is it going to be and how long will it take before we can bounce back.
Meanwhile, another catfisher is on to me again on IG today. My daughters and I were reverse-searching the photos that we are sure 100% stolen. Again from another Thai guy (THEY’RE EVEN NOT CUTE, just ordinary). There seems to be a trend: At first the ones that were bothering me were Caucasian guys who I keep on blocking. Then Chinese guys–blocked. Then for the entire year last year until early this year, almost all are Koreans. Blocked. Now Thais. Blocked. But I wanted to play a revenge game with them, but my daughters said, Mommy, don’t bother. It may just backfire on you. Ok, my daughters have more sense than me. Blocked.
Do I look desperate??? Geez. I just wanted to show the world, especially my stupid exes, that I am well and they’re not a loss, hence, my decent photo. Maybe I should just change my photo into that of my cats.